Willow by the well

There's a willow by the well Extensions of the wind are the leaves of its shadowing veil Some say that the well is filled with tears of the weeping willow Which sings a song more soothing that the softest pillow Such gentle songs does the willow sing, with every wind within the air With every spring, nature brings, a bit freshness to the pair The waters from within this well is filled with autumn splendor More cooling than a rainy day when in mid-September What secrets does these two share no one can ever tell A dearest friend until the end is this willow by the well